Tag: mixtape

February – that magical mystical month which heralds in the last month of meteorological winter, traditionally filled with some of the coldest weather of the season. Isn’t it ironic that Valentine’s Day falls right smack dab in the middle of the month? I’m sure you’re used to my writings dripping with cynicism when it comes to that holiday; Lord knows I’ve never really celebrated the day properly. In the past, the only time I ever enjoyed V-Day was when I worked at the strip club – only because almost every…

Music is my religion, and the musicians are the prophets who are always there, seeing me through the wilderness and bringing light and love back into my life. Whether I am happy, sad, depressed, angry, or in love, these prophets always have something to say to me through their powerful lyrics and music. In the past year, I’ve lost four major musical prophets from my life – David Bowie, Prince, Leonard Cohen and George Michael. 2016 is truly the year the music died. Long before there was this awful invention called auto-tune,…

2016 – Just stop. For the love of god, just stop! I’m almost positive I’m not the only one out there done with this shitstorm year of 2016, with all of its losses and heartache. What’s with the whole Gen-X icons dying off this past year? David Bowie, Gene Wilder, Glenn Frey, Florence Henderson, Alan Thicke, Leonard Cohen, Alan Rickman, Vanity, Prince, Zsa Zsa Gabor – just to name a few, and the latest, George Michael and Carrie Fisher. There are some who don’t understand why people get so grief-stricken…

I’ve been wanting to write this piece for over a year now, but kept putting it off because I didn’t want to bring these realities to life, or to revisit them. After further consideration, I believe these are things that need to be said. I’ve seen the countless memes, the series of photos about mental illness in general, but more specifically depression and anxiety, and I always share them so others know the struggle – but it is just a mere glimpse into the black hole of the abyss. So here…

My nights out dancing at the 80’s music revival nights are bittersweet at best these days. On one side I am enamored by the music of my younger, more carefree days. I get lost in the song and dance. At times I close my eyes and imagine I am still that young, naïve, and lost little girl, reveling in hearing nothing but the melodic whispers of youth, and a future filled with hope. When I attend these events, I almost always recognize a lot of faces – mostly from…